You always keep me coming back for more So many faces in the world but I want yours The way you make me feel inside my bones I cant remember how it feels to be alone And when you call my phone late at night Anticipation always burns me up inside Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake Its analogy backfire, in the cliché storm of backwards prose Shoot the agony beam Wearing sacrificial clothes I havent slept for weeks Just a couple more and Ill be yours Ill be coming homing again And well tear apart those sheets And forget the world, a little while Get to know your form again Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning I want to hear what youre seeing Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning I want to know what youre feeling If its making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines? If its moves and breathes its fine, dont let it mess with your mind
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 23:41:27 +0000
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